The Billionaire's Challenge (6 page)

“
Can
we . . . turn the lights off, please?” I asked in small
child-like voice.

“
But
I want to see you. I let you see me. It's only fair.”

“
It's
different,” I tried to make excuses. “Just . . . let me
work my way up to it.”

“
Alright,”
he surrendered finally, walking over to the wall to turn the lights
off.

Garret's
room was so dark that I couldn't even see him return to me. The only
indication he was there were his hands on my hips, sliding around to
the front of my shirt to begin unbuttoning it.

I
allowed myself to relax, getting lost in his kiss as he worked the
buttons one by own. My hands explored his chest, enjoying the broad
rippling of his body, drawing my mind from the unpleasantness that he
was about to be feeling rippling of a different kind on me.

When
the last button was unfastened, I shrugged the shirt off onto the
floor. Garret seemed to approve. He moaned softly against my skin as
his mouth trailed feather light kisses down my cheek and onto my
shoulder. His hands reached up to cup my breasts, feeling the
fullness of them, and I was thankful that his hands were anywhere but
my stomach.

My
breath picked up as Garret gently kneaded my breasts, and I could
feel my panties growing wet with anticipation of having him inside of
me. Feeling myself get a bit impatient, I grabbed him by the front of
his pants and pulled him forward until my thighs touched the bed.
Then I reached back and unfastened my bra, shrugging it over my
shoulder as well. My breasts fit perfectly in his hands, and the skin
on skin contact heightened my pleasure.

I
tilted my head back to give him access to my neck, moaning as he
licked and sucked it. His fingertips pinched my nipples and rolled
them back and forth, sending waves of pleasure down to my sensitive
clit. With every second that he touched me, every kiss, my need for
him deepened.

His
erection pressed against my pencil skirt, and I quickly reached back
to unzip it and slid it down my thighs, wanting nothing more than to
feel his sex between my legs.

A
soft laugh escaped his lips, blowing warm air onto my neck. “For
someone who didn't seem like she wanted it, you're awfully eager.”

“
Do
you have any idea how long it's been since I've had sex?” I
breathed, allowing my hands to rake through his hair as his kisses
traveled down my chest.

“
None.”
Garret flicked the tip of his tongue across one of my nipples.

“
Five
years.” I moaned from the intense feel of him sucking my nipple
into his mouth, his tongue skillfully teased the tip.

My
hands caressed the bulge in his jeans before moved to unbuckle his
belt. The sound of his zipper being pulled down mixed beautifully
with the slurping that his mouth made against my skin. Soon, I was
pulling Garret's jeans over his ass, listening to the added noise of
them falling to the floor. Now, the only thing that separated me from
his erect manhood was a pair of cotton boxer shorts, which were easy
enough removed.

Garret
backed up for a moment to take off his shoes and socks, and I did the
same. Though my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I still couldn't
see him all that well. Oh how I wanted to see him. But seeing him
naked would mean him seeing me naked, and that simply wasn't
acceptable at this point in our relationship.

When
his footwear had been tossed aside, Garret returned to me, and my
hand instantly honed in on his cock, feeling the length of it. He was
sizable, and I briefly wondered how I would manage to take him inside
of me. It had been so long that I was practically a born again
virgin, unless you counted the box of toys I had at home that barely
ever saw the light of day.

I
worked Garret's shaft in my hand, enjoying the hard feel of it.
Knowing he was aroused because of me was satisfying, and I longed to
give him what he wanted.

His
hand slipped between my legs, and I spread them a bit wider for him,
allowing him access. Garret pressed a finger gently between the folds
of my lips and teased my clit. It took everything in me not to hump
his hand.

Soon,
he was moving aside the thin strip of material that separated his
hand from my wetness. Slowly, Garret pushed a finger inside,
intruding. I moaned as he penetrated me until his palm was cupping my
clit.

“
Sit
up on the bed,” Garret told me, wrapping his hands around the
waistband of my underwear to pull them off as I lifted myself. “Lie
back and spread your legs for me.”

I
was more than happy to comply, giddily anticipating what was to come.
He reinserted his finger, first one and then a second. It felt a bit
uncomfortable, but my body soon adjusted. When the fingers were
knuckle deep, Garret began swirling them around, exploring my inner
walls. I groaned in abandonment, lustful from his touch.

I
could feel him shift between my legs, and then the warm sensation of
his breath set my body on fire as his mouth closed around my clit,
sucking and licking it until I knew I couldn't take much more. My
fingers curled into his short blonde hair as he skillfully lapped up
my juices before giving my clit a massage with the flat part of his
tongue.

“
I
want you inside me,” I cried out, not wanting to come from his
oral stimulation.

On
command, Garret rose from between my legs, grabbing me by my hips to
pull me closer toward the edge of the bed. His breathing was labored
from stimulating me, and I enjoyed the sound of it as I waited for
him to guide his manhood into me.

The
tip touched my opening, and my body gave resistance. Wow, I didn't
remember it being this difficult to put it in. Then again, it had
been years since I'd last had sex.

“
Does
it hurt?” Garret asked when he felt my body wince away from
him.

“
A
little,” I admitted, not wanting to sound too fragile.

“
I'll
try to be gentle,” he replied, the softness in his voice masked
with lust.

With
a quick thrust of his hips, Garret was inside me, pushing past the
point of pain and melting into pleasure. He moaned as his body
adjusted to mine. “You're so tight.”

I
wanted to wrap my arms around him, but he seemed so far away,
standing at the edge of the bed. As Garret began thrusting, wave
after wave of pleasure flowed through my body. I couldn't remember
sex ever feeling so good, though I was sure it had before.

He
pumped into me, picking up the pace, and I moaned with every thrust,
hoping to spur him to climax. The feel of Garret's pubic bone
grinding up against my clit was more than I could bear, and soon I
felt the build again. This time, I didn't want it to stop. “Oh
yeah,” I cried out. “Fuck me harder.”

Garret
slammed into me repeatedly, and I prayed he wouldn't falter as I felt
my orgasm coming to a head. My muscles clenched deliciously around
him, threatening to milk him of his seed.

Garret
panted above me, and before my contractions had even stopped, he
pulled out, towering over me to work his own shaft until the juices
flowed from it. I lay beneath him, catching my breath as his warm
come sprayed across my stomach and pubic area. How I wished I could
see him in that moment—the look of pleasure on his face. It was
a moment I would never be able to get back, our first time together.
And for a few brief seconds, I regretted making him keep the lights
off. Next time, I told myself.

“
Stay
with me tonight,” Garret said to me.

“
Yes,”
I replied with a smile, my heart skipping joyfully in my chest.

And
that's how it all began. There was a lot of healing that needed to
take place for the both of us, but I was sure we would be able to
make it through together.

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Billionaire's Challenge

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